"Cocktails at 6 Sonny." my father called after me as I walked up the stairs to the small room that I grew up in, with model trains, planes and various reminders of my youth spent in quiet introspection. "ok dad, I'll be ready."
My father and I were playing in a member/guest golf tournament at his club, and tonight was the "Mens Grill". Starting off with cocktails from 6-8, then a steak dinner with plenty of beer and wine, and ending the night with gin rummy and backgammon tournaments to the wee hours. I had played in this tournament for the past 8 years and day one of play was always tough. "I'll be ready in 20 minutes." I called down the stairs